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"I dunno....yuir father's bed seems big enough..." Rosalee replied softly, a coy smile on her face as she rubbed his arm. "It'd be a shame to waste all that space if ye don't wanna be alone in your room..."

Dom was listening to "Stairway to Heaven" in his car. He was silently sobbing. He just noticed something. Everyone seemed to have someone. All except him. He knew if he didn't have someone now, he'd never have anyone in life. He opened his glove compartment, and a gun slid out onto the seat. Everything seemed to slow down around Dom and it seemed like the music quieted to silence. He could hear his heartbeat as he stared down at the gleaming piece of metal. His suicidal tendencies arose again. Something he didn't think would come back since his high school years. He'd tried to commit suicide by sliting his wrists in high school but he was found and taken to the hospital. Then, he realized that it was Richard who'd found him. He smiled through his tears. Richard. He'd been a good friend to him over the years. He grasped the gun and put it to his temple. He laughed a little then started crying. Was this how he was going to go? A lonely bachelor with a lifetime's work of a legacy behind him? And not even a son to pass it to? Dom sobbed even harder. He started his car and pulled out suddenly, almost hitting Richard's car. He was having a crisis. He blazed to the top of the cliffs. He got out of the car, and took out a shirt and some jeans and changed into them. Then, he took the gun from the front seat, checked to see if it was loaded and walked to the edge of the cliff. The gun had one bullet. One shot was all he needed. "Is this how I'm to go God?! Huh?!" He shouted angrily to the clouds. He fell to his knees. "Am I to die a lonely bachelor with no kin to pass my legacy to?" He said quietly. He put the gun to his head, and his finger slipped on the trigger. He closed his eyes and pulled it, but it just clicked. The bullet wasn't in that shaft. He continued to click it against his temple, but nothing happened. The bullet was blank. He continued to click it angrily sobbing, until he just threw it out to sea. He put his face in his hands, and wept. Like there was no tommorrow.

"I'm completely not sure, but I don't want to stay awake thinking about it all night either." Rosalee stood up and followed him up the stairs. As she made her way past him, she leaned in and whispered against his ear "It's not like we left on completely bad terms either..." She placed a faint kiss along his jawline before entering the room.

Richard sighed heavily, both for relief and anguish that they would both have to wait for a better time.
"If you feel it's necessary," he finally said softly, as he eyes fell from her and focused back on the fire. "But we should be getting back. Help me put this thing out. Silly Dom leaving his own fire here..."

Dom finally regained his sanity and climbed to his feet. He looked and saw the fire in the distance dimming out. They must be putting it out...He thought. He got in the car and started to burn rubber as he turned the car around and peeled out. He zoomed back to the beach and drifted himself into the parking space right next to Richard's car. He got out, slamming the door and walked down the dunes. His face was still streaked in tears, but he didn't care. He walked over and and took the nearby pail that he'd put by a log, filled it with sand and tossed it onto the fire, extinguishing it. He tossed the pail to the ground, keeping quiet. He went back up the dunes, got in his car, and stared off into space; thinking.

Rosalee lay beside him, her arm hooked around his as her head rested on his shoulder. "Something's still wrong..." she whispered. "Want to tell me about it?" she asked, lacing her fingers between his own.

"I told you it all. Theres nothing you havent got. I jsut feel bad. You sure you dont have somewhere youd rather be?" he said this but instantly regretted it. He rolled over and buried his head in her hair.